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September and October hate me

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So… I just did my timecard. Last week clocked 52 hours. I suppose 12 hours at time 1/2 is good. But dude. Getting phone calls at midnight on Thursday nights isn’t my idea of a good time. Nor is calling London on my home phone on the weekends. There’s an expense report in my future.

Of course the project isn’t yet over by far.

Then Poe & Joseph got a stomach bug over night. They’re tag teaming the puking. We have such a small house that you can hear everything. So one hears the other, and it starts the next one up. So I try to call in sick to work today – because Poe can’t help Joseph with his own head in the bowl. But my boss is sick too. So I need to cover the office anyway.

And to top it all off, got my period, which we all know makes me an ecstatically beautiful person to be around.

And YOU try making changes to someone’s travel halfway around the world when your network is down. I can sit and write an entry – but can’t get into the travel website.

I blame Jeannette.

Why?

Everything started going downhill when she died.

Remember that letter I wrote her? Yeah. She’s now fired.

The weekend…

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Ok, so a couple of random things that are on my mind and I’d like them out please.

*So – I think Joseph really benefitted from his Special Ed in summer school. Because, he finished kindergarten reading at a PRE-K level. However, he’s been shouting out words when he sees them – and he’s correct. Before, he wouldn’t even try. Maybe we passed a hump?

*I realized that I maybe sound either pompous or like an idiot talking about my housecleaner out one side of the mouth, and then money woes out the other. The truth is, I only hire housecleaners when my in-laws are going to be in the house. I figure if professionals do it, and it’s still not good enough, I’ve officially done all I can do. And I get a clean house out of the deal. The rest of the time, our guests get my frugal haphazard cleaning. But it’s okay, because they’re happy just to spend time with their friend, which is the whole point you know?

*DISCLAIMER: Honey, I love you. I do. Spending time with you is time excellently spent. That being said… My kids are going to Big Bear with the in-laws Poe thinks he’s going to tag along so he can see his aunt he hasn’t seen in years. I’m not going, because, well… those in the know know. Do you know what this means?

Do you??

The house. All of it. To myself. I can have it be quiet. Silent. Solitude. This is a freakin’ dream. It doesn’t happen often, and I love my family, but just the rarity of it makes it a treat. Because it comes right before the next random thing.

*School starts next week. I’m about to jump feetfirst straight into a land of principals (again), occupational therapists, and stepford wives. Oh and they haven’t sent the packet as promised, so I have no idea who my son’s teacher is, nor the room he needs to go to on the first day, nor whether he’s early bird or late bird. That last one’s fine, since they’re all early birds for the first two weeks, but I’d sure love to know where the hell to go on the first day.

*Go me! I think I have all the school supplies. Except for a couple that are teacher specific. That I can’t get. See above.

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